I’m now in the pumpkin business. Here’s a look at my latest fall projects:

This pumpkin is pretty tiny. About 4 1/2″ wide by 4 1/2″ tall (including the stem). Bigger ones will follow, but I ran out of wood.

The tallest pumpkin in this set is 10 1/2″ tall, the medium is 8″ tall, and the small is 5 1/2″ tall.
And I’m just getting my creative juices flowing. I just bought a new band saw . . . oh, the possibilies!

Wedding Weekend

Again, not my wedding. Why must everyone always jump to conclusions? I’m way behind on this blogging thing, but I’m trying to pace myself as I catch up so as to not overwhelm all of my blog stalkers with my extreme wittiness and keen insights on life. (Overkill on the confidence level? Possibly.)

So on 08-08-08 my cousin/former roommate/friend Pam got married (along with 122 other couples in the Salt Lake Temple. They didn’t all marry each other, they all just happened to get married on the same day in the same place. Still with me?) It was a fun day to celebrate with them and catch up with family and friends. Here is the happy couple making their grand debut:

Now this next one I debated about posting. A lot of mushiness. I’m not good at dealing with mushiness, but here it is anyway.

So as we were waiting for them to come out we saw several other brides and grooms come out. It was kind of entertaining to watch these people you have no connection to on their big day. In the illustrious words of my cousin Katie, “There’s a Jack for every Jill.” It’s true. I’m going to leave it at that.

Anyway, it seems like no matter who the couple is, the same thing happens when they walk out those doors. They walk out all excited and smiling. Everyone cheers. They kiss (now this is sometimes an incredibly awkward moment which leaves one wondering if they didn’t rehearse that moment enough). And then, everyone stands there staring, afraid to approach, and not sure what is supposed to happen next. I’ve been to a lot of weddings in my day and I have never seen this not happen. Eventually the photographer takes charge and starts herding everyone here and there and getting down to business, but for those few moments there seems to be a lot of awkwardness. It’s an interesting phenomenon, and if anyone has a great theory about why this happens, I’d love to hear it.
Well, congrats to Pam and Ben and the other 122 happy couples (just in case I know any of you Jacks and Jills). But especially congrats to Pam and Ben!

Is this what Pioneer Children Did?

I spent Pioneer Day up at the Howells’ Family Ranch above Oakley. I figured on Pioneer Day I should try to get in touch with my heritage and play cowgirl. Now despite my city-slicker upbringing, I do have a little (a very little) cowgirl in me. Katie’s family tried to teach me the cowgirl ways by taking me out on a couple of horseback rides.

For the first ride we went out to saddle the horses and Katie handed me a bridle and reins and told me to go take the halter and lead rope off my horse and put the other on. Um, excuse me? So I went and stood by my horse and looked confuesed. When she got done with her horse she came over and was a little frustrated that I hadn’t done anything yet. She put her arm around the horses neck, took the halter off, and put the bridle on. Hey, you said nothing about having to give the horse a hug while I did it. Was I supposed to know that?

Despite my lack of knowledge about horse tack, the ride was really fun.

Me, Katie’s Dad (my uncle Karl), and Katie’s brother-in-law Dave
After the ride we went back and played Canasta (I was really good until I figured out how to actually play), and made and ate dinner, talked, and then set out on another horse ride. We went down to the barn to saddle the horses and I was asked to hold Moab while they put the saddle on him. I guess he doesn’t like to be hitched and pulls back until he breaks the hitching post. That being said, who thought it would be a good idea for me, the city slicker, to hold him. I’m not sure. But having spent two hours on a horse earlier that day, I was feeling confident.

As I was standing there I watched Moab trying to size me up and figure out who was boss. We both knew who was boss, and we both knew it wasn’t me. So, after he turned sideways and pinned me against the hitching rail (to which my response was to still stand there dutifully holding the lead rope) they finally got him saddled.

Dave and Moab, Katie and brown horse whose name I can’t remember, Me and Princess Sparks

Ruth (Katie’s sister who had been saddling the horse) went back into the shed for a second when Moab decided he was done standing there and started bucking. I was trying to hold him and everyone was yelling to give him more rope. He just kept rearing back and finally they said to just let go. I did . . . and Moab just stood there. Ok, you win. It was kind of scarry, but kind of funny too.

The rest of the ride was far less eventful, but really fun. I was glad I got to go spend the day up there. It really is a beautiful place and it was tons of fun hanging out with family and playing cowgirl–even if I’m not so good at it.

Dear John, Even the Drunk People Didn’t Think You Were Funny

A summer night, friends, the great outdoors, and the music of John Mayer and Colbie Caillat–what could be better? Well, for starters, how about John Mayer keeping his trap shut except to sing? Yes, that would be better.

A group of us bought our tickets to this concert a few months back. I love the music of John Mayer and it was a double bonus that Colbie Caillat was opening for him (I’m a huge fan) and that it was an outdoor concert. I’ve seen both John and Colbie in concert before and my only complaint for both of them is that I wished they would speak more with the audience. Well, at this concert they did. Colbie came across a little rehearsed, but she was trying, so I was happy. As for John, he rambled on and on and made absolutely no sense (something even he admitted at one point) and then complained that Salt Lake didn’t “get his sense of humor.” I thought maybe it was something you had to be drunk to appreciate, but as I watched the drunk people around us, they didn’t get it either. Maybe John was a tiny bit tipsy himself.

Another great bonus was that we ended up sitting behind my friend Jamie from work and her boyfriend. We spent a lot of time entertaining ourselves taking pictures of them from behind. Chris, this one’s for you. If you want to see more of the shots, let me know, I’ve got about 15 of them.

At one point Katie said she would pay me $20 to just walk up and start dancing with some drunkish people who were feelin the groove. I worked up my courage and below is a picture of me shakin’ it with my new tie-dye shirted friend. I’m a little sad that he wasn’t wearing his cowboy hat in this picture, but you get the idea. A little later in the concert they even came and got me to dance with them again. I love making new friends. 🙂 Somehow though, my $20 from Katie evolved into a free slurpee instead. I’m not sure how that happened, but it was still worth it.

Overall it was a great night, even if I did discover that aside from his brilliant songwriting/playing abilities, John Mayer is an idiot. Please John, don’t speak.